Class is in session

[ofsevenseas]

[On the first and second day of Literature Class (to compensate for late arrivals), the students are greeted by a large black board that reads "TISONI" with a pronunciation key underneath it, and a man with a knee-length ponytail, large hoop earrings dressed in slacks and an oversized sweater sitting on the edge of the desk]

Welcome to class, you'll be calling me Mr. Tisoni for this course, and we'll be covering literature and writing for the semester, before you groan - I hate picking apart everything in the text as much as you do, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. And we'll be going over more then books written by long dead Britons and Russians about the cruelty of life, including "Genre" fiction. We will also be writing, both the essays and original works.

There should be a survey on your desk, with four questions: Your favorite book that you had read, your least favorite, the hardest book you've read, and if you had done any non-school related writing.

[He hops off the desk and writes on the left-handed side:

Favorite: 1001 Nights, Journey to the Center of the Earth, Buck Rogers
Least Favorite: Lord of the Flies, The Jungle
Hardest Book: Finnegan's Wake
Writing: I'm published]

There's a little challenge, I did have some of my stories published, but it's not under my name for reasons - if you can figure out what I wrote, you'll get something special.

Feel free to talk amongst yourselves while filling out the survey, and ask questions if you want.

[With that, he's going back to his desk and pulls out a book - kicking his feet up on the desk and leaning back. No need to do busy work while he's assessing at what level the class's generally at]

[or alternatively]

[Since it's free period for his class, he's wandering all over the campus, looking for trouble - both mundane and supernatural. Hopefully you're not one of those trouble makers]

Comments

[jekyllandheidi]

I can see that. Oh, but what about that weird kid! Who hallucinated stuff before he died? He had... character. I think?

[Heidi took a moment to reflect on how weird it was when exam topics in English come floating back to you years later. She can't even remember what year she had to read that book or the name of the teacher. And yet here she was remembering... whatever character she's talking about. Memory is weird.]

Plus, it can't've been as bad as Breaking Dawn.

[ofsevenseas]

Simon. It used to be thought that Epileptics like him were spiritually closer - possessed or saintly depending on where and who you were talking to, and his death -

[He sets his book down as he sits straight up]

There I go again. And technically there are worse books then that, though given my tastes, some people can say I have no room to critique sparkling vampires.

[jekyllandheidi]

Daaaaaaang, really? That's messed up. Old timey time people are weeeeiiiirrrd.

[She rests her head in her hand thoughtfully, elbow pushing slightly against the desk.]

I prob can't talk much either, I guess. I liked the first two. But whatever Buck Rogers is can't be too bad. [On the other hand, she doesn't and can't know evety book the teach read.]

[ofsevenseas]

Some say it's too cheesy to be taken seriously.

[He pushes back against the desk, letting his chair roll back - a hand reaching back to stop it before it hits the wall]

As for past superstitions, it's not that they're dumber or more foolish, it's simply they're working on incomplete information and had to fill in the blanks with what they have on hand.

[jekyllandheidi]

Pshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that's lame. All the fun stuff is cheesy.

I don't know, leaping to thinking some dude's getting possessed or whatever seems pretty flimsy.

[It was at this moment in her life Heidi remembered she attended a magic school for magic people. Well. At least she's doing a good job at not alerting the normal people.]